First off, I apologize to my friends and roleplay partners who've been left hanging. Any desire to cancel old threads is completely understandable.

I've been struggling with a serious health issue the past several months. There was a long period where things would seem to improve only to relapse, delaying things further. All that aside, just wanted to let people know I'm around again and to contact me via PM or Trillian - ironsoldier, if anyone wants to get things going again.

Last Woman Standing MatchLoosing Condition- A fighter cannot stand up for a ten second count

The AFW spared no expense for the unveiling of their new kind of match. A sweeping landscape was built in the middle of part of the land that belongs to the facility. A large snowy plain was made in the middle of the hot Japanese summer. If one looked, they would see a clope a few metres away and even some trees in the distance that seemed to hide even more features.

To showcase this amazing spectacle, a pair of rookies were handpicked. LOoking for the fiercest of the pack of emerging talent a self proclaimed viking warrior, Ingrid Ulrich was the first to arrive on the scene. She stepped forward, clad in her imitation arnor and carrying a huge axe over her shoulder. She stooped down and scooped some snow into her hands and felt the cold. Her hot breath appearing infront of her causing her to smile faintly. "This is how real battles are fought." She said in a sentimental tone as she stretched and prepared for her opponent.

Kumi entered the area next, looking around visibly impressed. "Amazing," she commented. "That they would hold their television spars out here. This league is truly a worthy battlefield for a woman of talent."

She saw the Nordic-looking warrior in the snow ahead. Upon hearing the sort of match it would be, Okumi had chosen practicality over style. She wore a kimono over her fundoshi style clothing, and her wooden training sword was at her hip. She set it aside against a tree before she approached the opponent, bowing slowly before her. "You are to be my opponent?" she asked politely of the petit mock-medival woman. "I should hope so, as you have the air of a true warrior about you."

Ingrid watched as her opponent finally appeared, looking over the smaller warrior but raising her eyebrow at the kimono. When she took it off to reveal the simple outfit and the wooden bokken, she smiled. At the bow, she slapped her fist against her chest. "That's right!" She said boisterously as she slammed her axe down. "You look like you could be fierce as well." She admitted.

"But We shall see. I'm certainly not going to go easy on you." She clenched her fists and pounded her chest again. "Let's get tis fight started!" She said and lifted her head up to yell loudly into the air. Not wasting any time, she charged towards Kumi and cocked her fist back to throw a punch right at her face.

Kumi's eyes had to roam towards her bust as she thumped it, hypnotized briefly by the jiggling. Kumi recovered at her thundering roar, though, bracing herself and trying to use her short size to duck the blow, trying to throw an elbow into Ingrid's belly, not sure how much her armor would hinder it.

Ingrid whiffed hard at the punch and grunted as her momentum carried her forward into Okumi's punch. It stung, her armor not made for protecting and not real but she grinned and threw herself forward, her twisting body trying to knock Okumi down to the ground as she let out another loud grunt as though to say 'your feeble punches won't stop me!'

Kumi was partly surprised that the warrior woman could shrug off her blow so well, knocked aside by her bucking bulky body. She rolled with the shove, tumbling on her shoulder to land on her knee and with one palm eagerly touching the snow. Her eyes gleamed and she smiled gently, wordlessly speaking back to her fellow warrior of her excitement. "Viking-chan... is very exciting," she says softly.Kumi's hard nipples prodded at her top from the faint cold, but she ignored it as she tried to rush quickly for the viking girl to try and get enough speed for a flying kick to the chest, seeming the only way to get the tougher foe off balance.

Ingrid pantwed as she rolled away from the collision and onto her feet in a low crouch. As the frost breeath rolled out from her, she too could feel herself getting excited. "You are;t so bad yourself, maiden of the East." She said as she stood up. She charged at Okumi again and rolled her shoulder forward. "Yaaaaaaaah!" She cried out as she saw her leap into a kick. She gruntoed as the kick hit her shoulder. She stumbled and slowed and crashed to her knees a little past the samurai. "Heh..." She said with a smile. The force of the blow really hurt but she couldn't let Okumi see it. As a Viking, shrugging off painful blows was part of her psychological warfard. "Not bad..." She said in a huff. "I could actually feel that one." She then pulled off her top so only her faux chainmail bikini was showing. "This armor's just getting int he way. "I want to feel every blow!" She turned and charged at Okumi, not hoping to tackle her but to drive her backwards, closer to the edge of the slope.

Kumi tumbled in her landing, the awkward angle of the blow making her land uncomfortably. She does her best to regroup in the snow, her footing off as she braced to defend herself against the stripping and barging warrior. She grabbed her shoulders, slowing the impact but still sliding back in the snow. She tried to trip her up as they moved towards the slope, not noticing the ground until it was too late and sending them both tumbling down in a ball, clinging tightly to the beastly woman as she tried to force her to take the harder impacts on the way down.

Ingrid grunted as she pushed on Okumi. As she forced the kawaii back, she saw the cliff. With a loud yell, she surged forward and forced them both off the slope. She too tried to make Okumi take the brunt of the fall. As they fell into the goopy slop, Ingrid was forced to let go of the samurai. She panted in the mud, grinning from all the adrenaline pumping through her.

Kumi was rattled into surprise by the cold mud, taking minor bumps on the roll down but nothing serious as she whipped her head side to side, her hair buns falling into a longer tangle of hair that reached her mid-back. She tried to rise up in the mud pit, letting out a cry as she went on to lunge hurried (perhaps a bit sloppily for her mess and haste) at her arm and use it to throw the mock-barbarian back down in the muck.